Juggle me, I'm best friends with technic1200's, and dj's who stay bluntedJuggle me, I'm best friends with technic1200's, and dj's who never frontedI know I can can, like the pointer sistersHot commodity item, like porno picturesUse what I choose and don't play to loseFor people who diss hip-hop, I got a short fuseBut irregardless what they think, what you wantJungle drums full of bass for your trunk to pure funkRaw lyrics spice it up like cayenneNever on me or my skills do I be lyinBut steady fryin your brain with tight beatsOpen your eyes, now you might seeJuggle me, I'm best friends with technic1200's, and dj's who stay bluntedRunnin 'til the well runs dryE-swift never run out of beats, no need to answer why(that's right) and that means we're infiniteAnd when you're infinite -- you're never limitedAnd word up, ain't nobody could hold meAll star in the mix tape league, I average 40

[chorus: defari]Juggle me, I'm best friends with technic1200's, and dj's who stay bluntedJuggle me, I'm best friends with technic1200's, and dj's who stay bluntedJuggle me, I'm best friends with technic1200's, and dj's who stay bluntedJuggle me, I'm best friends with technic1200's, and dj's who never fronted

Don't let the enemy get too closeStrike first, strike hard, then we ou-tro we ghostSend the message that we're not to be touched or played withIntentional foul is straight flagrantRespect me and respect dueIt's all good, we can party down and drink mad brew(uh-huh) and just because you had a fewTook a picture or two, yo you're still not likwit crew(uh-uhh) peace to cottonmouth louI'm here to do my do, mr. Defari herutRhymes shine like the diamonds from the deepest mines of africaI'm like your high tech camerasAmazing to all those who watchI rock a g-shock watch, half moon, and classic reeboks

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The golden days, let it rainLet the technic 1200 spin, let the music playAll eyes on the djAiyyo I stay just west off the four-oh-five freewayFeel free, use some leeway (uhh)Run this again, make this your instant replayWe gets down, hot cuts, hot mixI wants millions to know about me like chopsticksThe necessity.... Is that I always keep a new mixtape baby, right next to meOr within near proximityCause anywhere I hear hard beats is my vicinityLyrically I do surgeryYou can go to germany, and ask if they heard of meAnd b-boys won't hesitate to commentateBlaze overseas and the states with this release date

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Aiyy man (yo whassup money?)Ay get up off the ground man (oh man, what happened?)I didn't mean to hit you like that man I'm sorry(it's cool though)Ay man have you learned a lesson?(yeah man, I gotta go back to the lab and learn how to be a real dj)Real dj..